Huaguo, Jiangzhou, Qinghe District.

At five o'clock in the evening.

Su Jiang rode his bicycle back home.

The door is locked, I guess my parents are still in middle class today and will not get home from 12pm to 1pm.

Push the door and go in.

"kindness?"

A letter was stuffed under the door.

Su Jiang picked it up and took a look.

A familiar pink shell envelope, written by the recipient of the letter, Su Jiang.

The following mailing address is Kyoto and Huaqing University. The sender wrote: Guess who I am.

No need to guess, Su Jiang knew it was sent by her.

A happy curve was unconsciously raised on his face.

Su Jiang picked up the letter and walked upstairs, and came to his room.

The bicycle leaned against the door frame with grievance: You should help me put it!

But his master was in the room and opened a drawer.

There are thick stacks of exactly the same envelopes inside.

Su Jiang took out an exquisite postcard from the envelope and muttered softly:

"Little Susu, I'm in Huaqing. Military training is so tiring. I feel like I'm going to be tanned. You're starting school, so come on, I'm waiting for you in Huaqing!"

(●'?'●)

(*^_^*)

He stuffed the postcard back into the envelope and put it in the drawer.

I unconsciously think of the scene from June that year.

In Su Jiang, who is in the second grade of junior high school, there is a girl wearing a school uniform in the third grade of junior high school.

Opposite them, a luxury Mercedes-Benz sedan was parked, and the man in the driving position was wearing a pair of sunglasses, impatiently urging:

"Wanqing, hurry up, what's there to say to him, a poor boy? Your future world is still very big. When you go to Jiangzhou, you will meet more outstanding boys!"

"Uncle! Don't talk!" The girl Lin Wanqing waved her hand impatiently.

Then he quickly turned around and said to Su Jiang: "Little Susu, you must remember to write more letters to me. Let's work hard together, I will wait for you in college!"

"I only like you!"

The last sentence she said in Su Jiang's ear.

After saying that, a fragrance left behind and got into the Mercedes-Benz.

The words are beautiful, but Su Jiang knew that since then, their gap will only get further and further.

Since childhood, they were childhood sweethearts. One was because they temporarily lived in relatives' houses due to some situations at home. Now they were taken back by the princess of Jiangzhou by the wealthy Lin family of Jiangzhou, and the other was a poor child whose parents had to work three shifts.

Since then, Lin Wanqing would write to him from time to time, but Su Jiang has never replied.

Although everyone should have mobile phones, Lin Wanqing still chose this most traditional method.

She said she liked the kind of feelings that were far away from the past, the letters were very slow, and she was only enough to love someone in her life.

So before they meet, they do not leave their mobile phone contact information, and turn their thoughts into slow letters.

Even though Su Jiang had never replied, she still used this method to convey her love constantly.

But my inferiority complex has always been under Su Jiang's heart. Class leaps normally depend on the efforts of several generations. I, haha, don't eat swan meat.

Swing your head lightly and put the letter into the drawer.

Su Jiang took out his cell phone and read the novel.

Only in the world of cool literature, watching the useless and poor son-in-law and others with the support of the system, quickly flourished in just a few years, crossed several classes, and became the overlord of one area.

Only then can he have a beautiful dream.

I couldn't stop as soon as I saw it...

【双时!】

The next morning, Su Jiang had just gotten up from bed and heard a crisp sound coming from his mind.

To be precise, he was woken up by this voice.

“What’s the situation?”

Su Jiang was a little confused.

He only remembered that he worked hard last night to read a new book for free advertisements all night.

He directly got the first place from the last place on the fan list.

The author added another chapter for himself overnight.

As a result, after waking up, my mind was actually whimpering?

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the shock system. As long as you shock others, you have a chance to obtain the shock value! The shock value can be used for lottery or discount!]

[The primary draw requires a shock value of 100 points]

[Intermediate lottery requires shock value of 1000 points]

[Advanced lottery requires shock value of 10,000 points]

[The special draw requires a shock value of 100,000 points]

[Super lottery requires shock value of 100,000,000 points]

[If you want to discount it, it is now in the first-level state of the system, and a shock value is equivalent to one yuan in cash!]

The system patiently explained its role in his mind.

Good guy, it turns out that I have obtained the system?

The plot in this novel will really land on my head? Su Jiang was confused.

But this system is a bit different!

Everyone is ding, so moan me?

*%#￥#￥

What a thing!

This is to shock others by yourself, but I am ordinary, how can I shock everyone?

Take off your pants and fart to shock the heroes?

[Now, novices gift package is distributed to the host, considering that the host is still a student, the host is rewarded with primary Chinese skills.]

Su Jiang's heart trembled. Is this a fool?

Is it all a system for me, and I still need to learn?

I want to drop out of school right now.

Become rich, shine your ancestors, and marry Lin Wanqing! It’s all up to you!

You should know that shock value can be discounted directly.

Just give yourself a bunch of godlike skills, go find a few places to show it yourself, shock others, will the money come in a hurry?

But after a long time, the system did not come out to explain.

OK, you are the biggest! Su Jiang felt helpless.

Chinese skills are better than none.

Just think about it, if I dare to drop out of school, my father will not break his legs.

But speaking of dad...

With a system, you cannot get the first place in the exam, so that your father can admire him and kneel down and sing to conquer?

The village was shouting: Good son, are you my pride?

Su Jiang was a little looking forward to it.

Soon he felt that there was a lot of literary knowledge in textbooks in his mind, including classical Chinese and writing skills.

Su Jiang sat up from the bed.

Just as I was about to shout long live the system.

Just the next second, he was not calm.

The time on the clock beside the bed has already shown a relatively dangerous curve.
To be continued...